A god in your own mind
idol worship supreme
How sad it must be
to imagine you understand all
How many mothers must die?
How many women tied to poverty?
Your limiting laws show only your limited life
limited experiences
and your arrogance
cut down your groves
stop passing our youth through the fire
clean your temple
renew your covenants
but oh no, you'd rent your clothes
and they're so shiny
your knees - stiff -
and you need to visit your chiropractor
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